Hudson had peas for the first time. It reminds me of his uncles. Oh, and me. I hate peas.
Yesterday we had a play date with Reid who is just a few days older than Hudson. It's the first time we've seen Hudson really interact with another baby. We sat them facing each other and then let them have at it.
Weighing in at 19 pounds in the blue t-shirt with traces of drool and applesauce is Hudson. Weighing in at 20 pounds in the baggy, green drawers is Reid. Across the room their eyes, glittering with anticipation, lock. They come out poking at the eyes. Both moms thwart the first round of attacks as the dads cheer them on. Then Hudson goes for Reid's shirt pocket, drawing him closer when Reid suddenly dives for Hudson's toes. Hudson reels and tries to get a handful of hair. They're holding each other up, so the moms step in and separate the two. They dive at each other again, but are no longer in poking range. They settle for grabbing hands and each try to pull the other off balance. It's like watching a game of seated Indian wrestling. The moms, exhausted from laughing, finally pull the two apart.
The boys settled for stealing each other's toys for the rest of the afternoon.
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Scarily, I have a song for practically all vegetables now, to keep myself (and maybe the baby) entertained while feeding. Peas, peas, peas, peas, how we love our peas. Lalala. And no, he didn't really like the mushed kind either. The whole peas that you can throw? Those are better.
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